Ragonath

Somewhere, in lands far to the north - condensation hit Sangilak's hands. Knelt before a recently raised wooden totem of a lion, the enormous man closed his eyes. The harsh bite of the arctic wastes threatened to do away with the man, clad indecently for such conditions, yet he persisted - in prayer. Hands folded together, he uttered his sermon in desolate wilderness. "Ancestors, let me tell you the story of one who they called Felix Weiss, my Lord Boss Sir."